I love seeing snow dusting mountain tops (it happens even here, I promise!).
I love when my little boy can't do anything else after coming home from the library until he's looked at all his newly-checked out books.
I love grapefruit.
I love watching M*A*S*H with my love.
I love feeling this littlest one squirm and poke around inside me.
I love imagining holding her in about a month's time.
I love singing, singing, and singing some more whatever song Eamon is currently fixated upon.
I love pancakes.
I love remembering what it feels like to run and bike.
I love gazing at my little angel boy asleep.
I love sitting in the sand, digging, filling up buckets, and creating "towers," just so Eamon can crush them down under either his hands or feet.
I love kisses and hugs from my boys.
I love blooming trees.
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I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow. --Vienna Teng. OK, I don't really feel like that (toujours), but it's rather poetic, and I aspire to be such. Here you may read about some of the happenings in my life. Love, peace, and happiness to all.
"Sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."
--Tim O'Brien
--Tim O'Brien